Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.